I was thinking about 6th grade today (or as Canadians like to call it: Grade 6), mainly because I teach 6th grade band, my students are quite a handful and my thoughts were drawn to my 6th grade days with Mrs. Casdorph. Boy I hated her because of her inequality, ego, and ruthlessness. She felt she was entitled to teach without a formal degree in education because she was a mother. By the way, my parents wasted their money to send me to a private school where irrational thinking like that is allowed.
She's actually a small reason why I'm teaching because even at that age, I thought I could do a better job than her. I hope I'm right. Sometimes I feel like I'm the Mrs. Casdorph in these kids' lives. I hate disciplining, I hate being a jerk, I hate being a hard case. There has to be another way. Thanks Mrs. Casdorph for teaching me life's valuable lessons.